Knights Don’t Need a Youth Love Story

Just let Agugu Qingqiu think for himself.

After that, the two fell into a long silence.

The Millennium Earl believed that the paranoid man in front of him would definitely agree to his conditions.

"I accept your terms."

After a long silence, Agugu Qingqiu opened his eyes and said.

There was a hint of determination in his tone.

He knew it would not end well for him.

But he has long decided that when he has eliminated all evil, he will be the only evil.

At that time, he will know himself personally.

"Very well, you won't regret your choice."

Hearing Agugu Qingqiu's words, the corner of the Millennium Earl's mouth lifted slightly.

The human beings in this world have received more information than the human beings in the Millennium Earl's original world, and their inner thoughts are more cluttered.

For the Millennium Earl, this era is very interesting.

He didn't mind making a cameo as a so-called devil.

Although his behavior is indeed a bit like a demon.

In this quiet player lounge, the deal of selling the soul was made.

Agugu Qingqiu got the power he wanted.

And the Millennium Earl also held the soul of the man in front of him as he wished.

Although it is after, but it is not a big problem.

In the words of human beings in this era, it is called lending, right?

That should be what it means.

"By the way, the friendship comes with a message that may be of interest to you."

Seemingly thinking of something before leaving, the Millennium Earl turned to Agugu Qingqiu behind him and said with a smile:

"A man appeared in the qualifiers for 'Despair' before."

"Beat everyone with a playful attitude."

"A few people even had their heads broken."

"His name seems to be Fanma Yongjiro."

"Looking forward to your performance."

After speaking, the Millennium Earl disappeared into the darkness.

As if it never happened.

the other side--

"This is the place."

Looking at the crowded venue in front of them, both Joseph and Luo Zhen showed a 'trouble' expression on their faces at the same time.

There's bound to be a lot of trouble in such a crowded place.

The two even wanted to stop the fight if they could.

But in the current situation, it seems a little troublesome.

"Go and see first."

"Well, let's go."

Chapter 653 Have fun, Mr. Fan Ma

On the stage of the Knockout Tournament, fighters representing two different companies were fighting.

"Gaoran!!!"

A man growled loudly and kept attacking the man in front of him.

His name is Kaizuka Sapain, a master of Burmese boxing.

The man opposite him was the man known as the Thai **** of fighting, Gaorang Winsad.

This man with a pair of calm fish eyes did not fluctuate in the face of the roaring Kaizuka Sapa, but kept blocking the opponent's attack.

The seemingly aggressive Kaizuka Sapain actually failed to cause much damage to Gaoran.

Instead, he was continuously attacked and sustained damage.

Even so, he seemed happy.

"Gaoran!"

The roaring Kaizuka Sapa showed a sincere smile, and his blood-stained teeth were so conspicuous and dazzling, but he didn't seem to notice at all.

His goal was clear, dragging Gaoran into ground combat.

The Muay Thai and boxing Gaolang practices are not very good at ground combat, and this is his only chance to win.

The two have played against each other many times, and Kaizuka Sapain is very aware of where he is inferior to the other.

On the other hand, Gaolang is very relaxed.

Although he is taking this battle seriously, he is not under a lot of pressure.

He was so familiar with the man in front of him, so familiar that he could guess what the other party wanted to do next.

Now he is basically playing with reference to his past experience and his on-the-spot judgment.

Others will definitely choose to avoid this pit after falling twice in the same place, but this man in front of him is different.

He will still attack in the same way.

In the auditorium, Sakura Hibiki, who was not very good-looking, let out a long sigh of relief.

"Looks like this fight won't be too bloody."

Sakura Hikari said happily, patting his chest.

The previous battles were full of blood and blood, and some people were directly killed.

For example, the battle between Yulei Ling and Nikaidou Lian.

The winner was decided almost instantly, and Yulei Ling killed Nikaidoulian at the moment the whistle sounded.

And the guy named Agugu Qingqiu is also.

The blood from previous battles can still be seen on the ground.

"probably."

Soryuin Shumi, who was also pale, put her hands on her knees and clenched her hands tightly.

Before she came, she also had some information with her sister.

But now this situation seems to be different from what she understands.

I feel that everyone's heart is full of irritability and can't wait to kill each other directly.

This was especially evident in previous battles, and it was only slightly better until this one.

"Hohohoho, a soul full of despair and unwillingness."

In the morgue, the Millennium Earl appeared with an umbrella.

In its eyes, several unwilling souls are crying in despair.

A soul full of despair is an excellent material for making demon weapons.

Moreover, the souls of these martial artists are of higher quality than those of ordinary people.

It seems that there will be a batch of demon weapons with good potential.

Thinking this way, the Millennium Earl waved his hand to collect these souls and then disappeared.

After the Millennium Earl left, a blond man in a white coat pushed open the door and walked in.

Staring at the corpses in front of him, the doctor named Ying Chu frowned.

It always feels like something is missing.

But he couldn't say what it was.

This irritable feeling made him restless for a while, and his face that was not good-looking became more and more gloomy.

He didn't know that a fat man in a suit just came and took the souls of these people.

Some people have suggested that souls also have weight. Maybe Yingchu felt that these souls were missing.

the other side--

"what do you think?"

On the podium at the top of the auditorium, Kathara Mietang smiled and said to the man behind him.

The man behind him, to be precise, Fan Ma Yongjiro hit a Hache bored.

"boring."

In the eyes of Fan Ma Yongjiro, these so-called martial arts competitions are very boring.

It's like whose marbles are rounder among children.

For Fan Ma Yongjiro, if the struggle is compared to material things, all the so-called secrets, secrets, secret books, etc. are impure impurities.

Only the most primitive power and physical competition are pure battles.

Among the group of so-called fighters, there were only two people he favored.

Julius Reinhardt, known as the Devil's Transformed Man, and the Tiger Wakatsuki Samurai.

Both of them have bodies that are beyond ordinary people.

In Fan Ma Yongjiro's view, this is a qualified fighter.

By the way, in Fanma Yongjiro's eyes, all human beings other than himself are female.

So this guy is really likely to **** you and even have a criminal record.

"But there seems to be some very interesting people over there."

Raising his eyebrows, Fan Ma Yongjiro looked at the entrance of the knockout venue.

His intuition told him that there were very interesting people in that direction.

Check it out later.

Now............

"The winner is Eight Heads Trading! Thailand's **** of fighting, Gaorang Winsad!"

Kaizuka Sapa, who was always roaring and fighting, fell unconscious on the ground.

And Gaolang looks like he is still at ease.

Cheers rang out from the audience.

"Is it coming to me next?"

The corners of his mouth widened to reveal an extremely hideous smile, Fan Ma Yongjiro seemed to be very excited.

Although he had a high status in the original world, it was the first time that he had shown his power in front of the whole world.

No wonder he was so excited, not only because of showing his power in front of the world.

For him, it may still be to show himself in front of the opposite **** all over the world.

This kind of feeling is similar to the boys who are in a state of bursting when there are girls on the side of the court when they are playing.

"Have fun, Mr. Fanma."

With a cane, Kathara Mietang said with a smile.